Maroon hair for a week gives me a bad case of the blues

MY WORLD came crashing down around me last Wednesday night in an evening of hate, fists and egos all in the name of sport.

Last week was the second State of Origin game between two teams whose members' IQs could be gathered in a heartbeat, and with the result going Queensland's way I have been left to suffer.

I stupidly made a bet with one of my fellow workers on this game, with the loser having to wear the winner's coloured headgear for seven days.

When I made said bet I had a wonderful feeling of winning succession so I thought nothing of it, until Mr Maloney destroyed it in the first 10 seconds of the game.

I knew then I was going to lose, and by lose I mean my dignity.

Thursday morning I was handed a Queensland dreadlocks headpiece with strict instructions to wear it everywhere for a week.

I have since worn it to the gym, to the shops, to the park, to dinner, to the shower, to the track and of course to hockey.

Let's just say none of the mentioned activities gave me any joy at all. In fact, it mostly gave me and my children utter embarrassment.

My children didn't want to be seen anywhere near me while I had this thing bouncing around on my head, until my daughter had the brilliant idea of plaiting it.

I know it's a female thing to do as she just loves dress ups and doing hair is just another part of it.

I stood in line at Maccas with my head on a tilt and my daughter plaiting my hair as I was trying to place an order for food.

The looks I got were interesting to say the least. I also took my children to the park to play, and I reckon the eyes of onlookers could have burnt a hole through my head. It was that bad.

I had a few people just say the words "lost the bet hey?" and a quick nod from me was all that was required to either dismiss it there, or engulf it further into a fit of laughter.

As it's now Tuesday I have only today and tomorrow to go until I have the ability to take it off and burn it.

I will take great pride in doing this as it's not mine (I don't know where Kiwi Cheryl got it from) and I don't care what it looks like because it's not a blue colour.

Bring on July 17.

It'll be a BLUE day!

I hope.



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